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Overhead, a million diamonds sparkled against a velvety coal-black sky. Gwen stretched out on a plush recliner, and gazed upwards with a restless sigh.
Winston had been thrilled by her impromptu video, and the expressions on his mobile face had mirrored her own as they’d watched it together, a thousand miles apart. Then they’d shared a light dinner—chicken broth and a wafer-thin ham sandwich for him; a microwaved beef stroganoff dinner for her. They’d toasted each other with matching crystal water glasses, and they’d talked and talked and talked.
Nightly e-mails had kept them in touch, but e-mails were so limiting! There were so many things she’d wanted to tell him, so many impressions to share about her fellow passengers that just couldn’t be accurately conveyed in writing.
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